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This again?

[Ginny raises an eyebrow, largely unimpressed (though she's got a healthy amount of concern fluttering her stomach, unseen though it may be).]

Well, it wasn't nearly as terrible as I expected the last time this curse came around. Or maybe it's slightly worse this year since I've actually got a brother hanging about and naturally the deities'll want something nice and mortifying to fall from the sky... all for his sake. Sorry in advance, Perce. I suppose.

[Watch as she heaves a rather theatrical sigh and carries on with it.]

I'd best do what I did before, then—that is, I'm asking a favour of sorts, City.

If you happen to find any photos that have me in them, I'd really appreciate you sending them along. You've seen me, you know what I look like, it won't be hard. And look, I'll even promise to do the same for yours, in case you were wondering!

[She moves to shut off the feed then pauses, giving the camera a stern look as an afterthought occurs to her.]

And no. No excuse or reason to keep them to yourself will be flattering. Just creepy or odd or something. Alright? Good.



[ooc; forward-dated to this morning! ginny's photos are up for grabs so find and discuss as you will! ♥]

[She seems to be out and about in town somewhere, in pretty good spirits. Possibly because even though it's morning and she hasn't seen too many of the pictures that are flying around yet, she's already found a fun one of Yuri that she plans on holding onto, at least until it will likely disappear at the end of the day.]

This seems like it should be an interesting day. [And so far not as obtrusive as the candy hearts were.] I wonder if there are any of these with me in them.

[As if on cue, a picture falls down from the sky, briefly showing on the screen before she catches it, looks at it, and laughs a little.]

I guess so. [A slight pause, and then a little more distantly.] I miss that outfit.


[Private to Justin]

[She glances at what is clearly a picture she's holding but isn't visible to the camera as it stands.]

You have a nice smile. I'd like to see it in person sometime.


[Action -- If you are Garrus]

[Judith has amassed a small collection of photos by this point, and is presently leaning against the wall of one of the buildings, idly flipping through them.]


[Action -- For anyone else who finds her later]

[Judith has found a tree to sit under for a little while, and while she still seems to have a nice little collection of photos with her, she seems to be mostly interested in just sitting and staring at this one.]

[The feed opens to the interior of 'The Raven'. Flashing strobe lights. Thumping bass. Karl leans by the counter, dim light seeming to glow from the rows of bottles behind him. From his strategic spot, he scans the crowded periphery of the club. Keeping watch. He's never sure exactly how he can intuit trouble - a fight, a feeding frenzy. But he prefers to think of it as a scent. The smell of bloodlust.]

[Noticing the device, he huffs.]

There's no end to the City's idiocy, is there?

Today, there were photographs. Fluttering in the air like confetti. And, it seems, half as valuable.

[A half-smirk.]

If you should find horrifying amusing ones of mine, keep them. But if they include my darling Saya or Diva, I'd prefer them returned. Such beauty isn't meant for the vulgar eye.

[Straightening, he idly cracks his knuckles.]

As to photos of yours in my possession ... I believe the saying is 'Finders Keepers'. Some are far too amusing to discard. Unless you're offering something in return.

[Smirk deepening.]

~If so, surprise me.

[With that, he shuts off the device. Back to work!]


[OOC: Here is a list of photos in Karl's clutches. And Here is a bunch of Karl!Photos up for grabs, with appropriate notes. Enjoy! <333]

Hey, look! I actually turned the thing on for once! [And she's seated on the floor in her living room, back to the couch. Petrichor and Phantom are snuggling behind her, fast asleep and there's a Hypnos in her lap, for once. Charlie's looking at something else, though, the faint sound of rustling heard.]

Went out to run some errands for the apartment and it was raining photographs. I know most of the people in them, which is kind of fun.

[She holds one up, smiling a bit sheepishly.] I don't know this person, though, so if you recognize yourself in this photo and want it back, let me know.

[A pause, more shuffling from the stack of photos.] Miss Lannister, I have one that belongs to you. You should have it. I think it has one of your children in it. Blonde boy a little taller than you. I can bring it by, if you want.

[And she holds it up briefly.] I have a spare picture frame I can put it in. It might be nice for you to have a picture of at least one of your children, right?

Pavel, there's one of you, too. I'm not going to show it on the network, though. It's nothing embarrassing, you just should probably see this one yourself.

Steve, I have one of you, too. You're waiting in a line somewhere. [Another one she's not flashing on the network. And then she's grinning, laughing.]


Stephen, look! [And she holds one up. Charlie and Stephen are sitting on her couch, video game controllers in hand. She's practically swimming in a bulky sweatshirt and both of them are very focused on the video game they're playing.] Can I keep this one, Stephen?

[More grinning. See? She's grinning. She really should keep this one. And then, this one is held up.] Doctor, what are you doing?

Oh, also. Howard? Look! [She holds up one of her and Howard purchasing Sonic. Charlie just looks way too amused in the photo.] That was a good day.

[Estelle has a picture in her hand and smiling fondly at it.]

This tree... it serves as a barrier blastia for a city named Halure in my world. When in bloom, it's absolutely beautiful, and the petals from the flowers on the tree rain down on you when you're there. It's such an amazing sight...

[Though how the picture is related to Estelle, 1) she's not saying and 2) all she did was will the tree to life when it was dead. In her eyes, it wasn't that amazing, even if the city is grateful for what she's done. But then she also has another picture, which she smiles and laughs sheepishly at.]

I... I honestly didn't know what high fives were back then...

[Yes, my friends, she was that sheltered...]

[Anna has been crying most of the morning. Curious about the shower of photographs, she had gone out onto the with her nurse. She's been feeling better, stronger, and it had seemed harmless enough to wander out across the grass, poking through a few of the growing piles of memories. Maybe, in the back of her mind, she had been looking for Lucie in the same way that she was always looking for Lucie.

She hadn't really expected to find her, until there she was. Flesh drawn with sorrow and scarred. Her wild green eyes and full mouth.

And that is why Anna is here now with her red eyes and tear streaked face. She holds up a picture.]

Th-this is Lucie. [Her voice trembles, although she clings to a modicum of composure.] A very dear... very dear friend of mine. I would like her pictures. [She chokes back a sob.] I lost the ones I used to carry. Please.

[She covers her face with her hands as the tears start again, trying to bite it back. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to conclude determinedly,]

Thank you.


[[ooc; Anyone who wants to bring her a picture is welcome to. Anna wants them all.]

[Settled back on her couch, Carla is fussing with a split lip with her tongue absentmindedly and shuffling through a series of photos like it's a hand of cards.]

I've got a Rosella barbecue, a cowboy with a gun in his eye, a few pairs of little boys getting up close and personal with each other, practically autoerotic. And... [She holds up a picture of M. Eames.] On a scale of 1 to 7, where are we going with this?

[She clearly hasn't accounted for all the pictures she was holding, but she puts the rest aside, moving on to another set.]

The rest are mine. [She holds one up briefly.] I haven't seen some of these in over half a decade. [She doesn't sound entirely pleased about that, and sits back again with a frown to look through them.] They've got a date with my garbage disposal.

[As one last distracted note she adds,] I didn't pick up anything of yours this time, Rapahel, I'm disappointed.



[[ooc; Here is what's up for grabs if you want it.]]

[Lockdown's avatar - since that has fingers that aren't too big to hold the photos - flips through various photos he's picked up.]

Boring, boring, boring, possible blackmail, boring, possible blackmail...

[He comes across one that just makes him give a pleased smirk.]

Keepin' this one for myself.

[He pockets that one, then resumes flipping, getting to another he finds interesting.]

Ah, Stark.

[He's been ignoring the photos falling from the sky all day. He doubts any of them would matter to him.

One lands on his shoulder and he picks it up, glancing at it. It makes his eyes widen.]

Holy shit!

[He tosses it away like it's on fire, only for the wind to blow it back onto his trenchcoat. An observant onlooker might have noticed the photo has Raikov and Volgin. Doing the nasty.]

[Garrus has ammassed a small but neat collection of photos.]

Steve, I think I got one of you. Your army must have one hell of a workout regime.

Well, this curse is kinda shady. [ Bucky sounds vaguely - amused - like he's smiling about something. ] Anyone got any photos they need disposed of, I got a book o' matches and an old metal drum. I'll be here all day.

[ Static for a moment as he breathes out. ] Hey, if Ames or Ginny are listenin' in, got somethin' you might wanna see.

[Thanks to bloody reenactment of a distributing classic scene taking place practically in his own 'backyard' (i.e. the surrounding forest of that particular area), Luke has kept silent about and away from home so as to avoid inadvertently tipping off the Police Force to the house's existence. Incompetents do not welcome visitors make. There's also a concern that the discovery could open a door, both literally and figuratively, to poking about in his personal business.

Fortunately, Len-Len stuffed full with tribbles, won't need attending for awhile.

Unfortunately, today's curse has added to Luke's annoyance by raining down dozens of an ominous photo from his past throughout the City. There is a silver lining; no obvious link to him, plus it's mixed with others' countless snapshots.

He periodically checks the 'downpour' on the pretext of general curiosity. So far, nothing else of his has appeared.

Latest check turns up an unexpected follow-up to an earlier tantalizing memory.]


*Video: On*

[White gloved hand holds a photograph. Huff of anger is heard; video clicks off.]

[Accidental Video | Open Action]

[As the video comes on, here is a Rosella on the steps of the Library with a broom in her hands and her braids dangling long down her back, sweeping the scattered pictures into piles so she can more easily get them cleaned up. Eagle-eyed viewers might be able to spot that she's got a few of them tucked away in one of her pockets (the ends just barely sticking out), but anyone who watches for more than a few seconds will observe that even though she's doing her best not to look at the photos she's sweeping, every so often one will catch her eye, and she'll bend down to retrieve it for a better look.]

Goodness, what a mess. Honestly, it's like autumn in the spring, but with falling pictures instead of leaves...

[She shakes her head, giving the pile she's sweeping a few last deliberate strokes to complete it.]

There. One more done. And that's one less pile that might go blowing all over the City with the next wind, then, anyway.

[She stops, tilts her head as she looks at one, and then reaches down for it, carefully brushing aside a few of the others to expose it completely.]

Is this--

[She lifts it up for a look, and her eyes proceed to widen slightly as she takes it in, unmoving as she regards it for a long, long time.

Long enough, in fact, for the video to end with a click.]


[OOC: Her thread for pictures is here if anybody wants to request one!]

What a pain. These things are all mixed up in my research today.

[...For someone calling it a pain, though, Rita seems to be interested enough in going through the pictures she's collected. And soon enough she comes across one of Yuri, which she blinks at for a moment before snorting and showing it to the device.]

Wow, what do you know? He actually was a knight. I almost thought he might've been joking the whole time.

You look like you're goofing off as usual, though. That's no surprise.

[There's a playful tone to her voice as she's mostly just teasing. That photo gets tucked away as she goes back to flipping through them, until she finds a picture of Tyr that makes her frown, perplexed.]

[Private to Tyr:]

Okay, what's going on here? Did this happen in the City?

[And she holds the picture up for him to see!]

Fuck fuck fuck-

[The sound of rustling photographs]

Oh, for fuck's sake, this is all crap!

[More rustling]

This cannot be the best that this fucking City has to offer-

Fuck!

[A pause and a deep breath]


...is this Eddie?

[IRRELEVANT IT'S NOT OF HIM]

[ Wanda's chewing on the edge of a photograph, so he swoops in with one arm to lift her up, tilts the device to see them both. ]

I can't be the only one who wants to go absolutely barmy and make a collage, am I? I've always liked the glue that smells a little bit like cake. Unfortunately, Amelia won't let me use the glitter any longer. It usually ends up everywhere.

I do not need to look at the photographs to know what is in them. [ Her face is carefully blank, though her hands are in fists by her side, visibly trembling. ]

If you find ones of me, either destroy them or give them to me. [ A deep breath, and then, tone still neutral and calm, clearly for politeness' sake: ] Please.


[ ooc; The Archive, being who and what she is, knows everything that's recorded and pictures count as recording, so she technically remembers every photograph that's rained down on the City today, though she won't be talking to people about them much unless oocly agreed upon.

Here's a detailed description of what the circle/torture photograph of her looks like. Here's a list of pictures available for her, anyone can grab any of them even without prior ooc agreement. Go wild. ]

I found these beside my window today... I only recognize Rita's and Tyr's... I guess some of these are other people's!

[ The video shows a bunch of pictures on top of a desk. Pictures of Merlin, Merlin, Meeerliiin, Ttyyyyrrr-- ]

So I guess if you want these or anything, just let me know-- Oh, there's more too-

[ He shuffles the pile a bit. He hasn't seem them all and didn't think there was a lot, but here's more: A dude with a star magic thing..., there's Rita with a cat paw thing... ]

It's kind of interesting though...

[ and finally a dead guy. . That makes him stop and make a little "Oh." before moving the device's camera away. ]

So yeah...

[ ooc; For Riou (and Flynn's) pictures: click here. Feel free to take some of his for your own viewing pleasure :D ]

Charlie-san found this. If anyone sees any others, please let me know. I want to see them.

[And take them from you.]


[ooc: Feel free to find pictures of Ken with his brother, Wormmon, Ryou or Daisuke. I know I didn't do this properly, but yesterday. lol, yeah.]

[It seems that Chekov has kept himself busy collecting pictures today; they're scattered across the floor of the apartment (which is itself unusually tidy, pictures aside), some right-side up and others upside-down. If the viewer looks very closely, he or she might make out a few of the pictures closest to the network device.]

This is harmless enough, I think. No one is dying, except of embarrassment, possibly.

[He picks up a handful of discarded photos and shuffles through them, making faces at each one before discarding it--disgust, amusement, more disgust, glee.]

I believe I will keep some of these. It is polite to notify the person in the image, correct? Others... others, I have no use for. Doctor McCoy, maybe you would like one of the friend who cooks for you?

[Chekov holds one photo up for all of the network to see.]

If you should see the man in this picture who is not me, tell me, please. I am very unhappy with him for not visiting.

( Filtered to Tessa // Unhackable )

( Filtered to McCoy // Unhackable )

( Filtered to DEITIES // Unhackable )


[ooc: If Chekov doesn't know your character but you would like to have had him locate one of their pictures, feel free to have said character spot whatever image to please laying around. He's nosy; all of the pictures were fair game.]

[ Saito is sitting on a couch, dressed immaculately as usual though with a cat on his lap, purring as he pets it with seemingly no regard for cat hair on his suit. There's dry cleaners in the City, after all.

In one hand, he holds a photograph. ] A curse, it seems. Are they usually so varied as this? [ First the Titanic, now it's raining photographs. There seems little rhyme and reason to it, but Saito sounds only somewhat puzzled. ]

Mr Eames, I believe we need to speak about your sartorial choices.


[ ooc; List of pictures of him up for grabs here! ]

Mr. Saito.

[Fischer's tone is calm, as is his manner overall; he clearly has one of the photos in hand, but whatever it shows is tilted away from the camera's view.]

I have something to ask you, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. Consider it urgent.

( OOC: Fischer's own photos are still up for grabs over here, all multiples and no prior plotting necessary!)

Hey, so — if anyone finds any photos with me in them... [Jack seems a little nervous about this.] Could you let me know? I don't care what you do with them, destroy them or whatever, but... Please, I just need to know what's out there.

( OOC: Same dealio with Fischer; all of Jack's photos are listed over here, all multiples and no prior plotting necessary!)

[On the way to work, Merlin ended up finding a picture, which he is now holding in front of him and really not looking too happy about it. In fact, he seems to be trying really hard to keep his expression composed, and shakes his head just slightly.]

This place really does enjoy trying to give away your secrets, or things you'd rather not just talk about, doesn't it?

It's already getting irritating.

[Finally, he actually looks at the phone.]

I take it more of you are finding... pictures from your life?

((OOC: The full photo post is here and has a bit of a description for the one he found.))

[Video - Huey is shown smiling broadly for once as he looks at a photograph in his hand. While his mind would normally be filled with stressful thoughts, the picture obviously has the ability to lighten the load that was weighing on his mind for the past month.]

Okay...this was funny in retrospect. You were an idiot but a good friend all the same. [He picks up another and snorts.] And I'll need to talk to Dean about why he decided to mimic that damn look for a mug shot and why he's carting around that.

[In comes Femur flying past the camera, the fairy carrying a pair of photos which it then sets before the boy. The pictures have the expected effect of causing him to choke on his own spit for moment, his eyes slowly drifting down before snapping back up. For those with a discerning eye can tell that Huey is having some difficulty in keeping his eyes up.]

Where the hell did you get these?

[Femur starts chittering, Huey's expression looking as though it was confused over whether it should be confused or embarrassed.]

She does have...a lot of talent...but I'm going to need you to get rid of them. Now...[And off goes the excitable fey being.]...where the Hell are you going?

[The fairy returns a few seconds later with another photo which only serves to make Huey's face darken considerably.]

You're just doing this on purpose now.

[ooc:Huey's photos.]

『 Private to Yuri and Estelle 』

Yuri, Lady Estellise... When was this exactly?

[ He means this picture..... ]

『 /end Private to Yuri and Estelle 』

『 Private to Euphemia 』

Lady Euphemia... I find myself in possession of one of your pictures. How have you been?

『 /end Private to Euphemia 』


I suppose I should return some of the pictures I've found, but there's the matter of finding their owners. But showing some of these pictures to the network in the hopes that their owners will see them and come forward is out of the question...

Is there a place we can surrender these pictures so their owners can come for them privately?

[ ooc; Flynn only has two pictures to show in this post. But feel free to find any, or both of them. :D One is him in prison... ]

... sometimes you seriously gotta wonder if they're just pulling stuff out of our brains or if they've got magical cameras in every dimensional timeline.

[ pause. pause. awkward pause. ]

Anybody feel like starting a bonfire in the Square?

[ Howard is at home sitting on the couch in the living room of his apartment, the device set going on the arm between him and an empty cushion, the one in between covered with several photographs that he's looking down at with a thoughtful expression. His leg is jiggling, restless without work and pumped up on too much coffee, and he hates being without anything to focus on, so the pictures are a distraction. ]

What's with the photographs? Not that they ain't fascinating, but I don't get it.

[ He spreads the photos out, none of the pictures at the right angle to be shown on the screen. ]

Got quite a collection going on here, might make one of them album things - ain't that what people do? Wonder if I could get the pages to turn themselves.

Cap, Barney, Lena, Rhodey, Eleven, Tony, Pepper, Thor - there's ones here from all'a you, if you're seeing this. Interesting, too, I've gotta say.

[Naturally, Nathan's been out collecting as much dirt on other people as he can today, as evidenced by the photos scattered on his bed. There a few placed off to one side, though, far more carefully than the ones in front of him. One of a middle aged woman kissing a contented Nathan's cheek. A blurry image of someone tucking a young man under some blankets. And perhaps more familiar to City dwellers, a shot of Campbell, Dulcie, and Nathan when they held their drag party. There's also one of Nathan and Dulcie curled up on her couch. But these aren't the one's he's focussed on just now.

First of all he holds up a photo of Stephen with a young Chinese girl clinging to his arm]

Thought you said you didn't have a thing with her? You know it's okay to like girls, right, man? Sixteen isn't even really that young to be shagging them. At least it's legal.

[He holds up another photo, this time of Cersei and a tall blonde boy.] You see my point there? He's like fifteen, tops. [Because obviously you have to be sleeping with someone to be in the same photo as them.]

[Dean has some photos spread across his desk at the police station. He picks one up then puts it down.]

If we're going to have photos raining down, they ought to have naked chicks in them.

[Private to Penny]

Sweetheart, you okay? [He holds up the picture of Penny nearly dead. He knew Penny was city!dead. He's kissed her and lack of heartbeat and body temp are the sort of thing you notice.]

I remember this one. Funny, kinda makes you feel old, seeing stuff come around again and again.

If anyone finds pictures of-- Ed-- fuck, like anyone'd know him, now. Anything that looks like mine, I want it. Least I want to know about it.

Might make it worth your while, if it's worth mine.


[ooc; all of Frankie's pictures are on the plotting post and up for grabs, in multiples. So please feel free. <33 ]

[Raikov's flipping through the photos casually, chuckling to himself]

This curse is certainly amusing. I think I remember being here during it before... I could do without some of these. I wonder what photos of myself are floating around today.

[He has a few piles spread out next to him. One has some photos such as Penny dying, Charlie in a bikini, Euphie in bed with Suzaku... The Penny one was the last thing he wanted to see.]

I do want an explaination for this one though.

[He holds up a photo of Curt, Lucy, and Stephen in bed. Raikov doesn't look too happy but after a bit, he sets it down on the "bad" pile.]

This one is also interesting...

[He holds up the next photo: The burning of Huey.]

Now this one... I rather like this method of punishment.

[Kazuma shoving a girl off a building. A+ IN RAIKOV'S BOOK]

This one of Stephen is rather cute...

[Indeed it is! It's Stephen relaxing.]

Someone's certainly... patriotic.

[Captain America on a motorcycle. Raikov wrinkles his nose a bit. Capitalism, pff.]

And last but not least... My dear Rummy.

[Oprah-nabbing with Rummy! Raikov looks at it for a moment, then shows it to the screen]

Explain this one. You can't just be wearing tactical gear for the hell of it.


[OOC: Raikov's photos!]

Well, if this isn't a blast from the past.

( Image )

[ooc: Curt's pictures..]

[voice]

[ The Doctor did not intend to make this post, which is why it doesn't really seem to be directed at the network. ] --Why would anyone want a picture of your mum slapping me? In what world does that makes sense?

[ But then he pulls the device from his pocket and speaks into it brusquely. ] Anyone's got photos of me, I don't want them. Haven't seen any worth keeping.

Except -- [ He pauses, and then continues more quietly. ] Less you find one of a planet with orange sky. Might want a look at that.

As far as curses go, this isn't so bad. Sure beats some of the ones that happened earlier this month, and at least it's raining pictures instead of, like, cats and dogs. [ because she wouldn't put it past the city to rain actual cats and dogs.

liz can be seen shuffling through some of the pictures she's collected. she recognizes the people in some, but not others. if anything, the worst damage these photos seem to be causing is a case of supreme embarrassment - or so she believes until she comes upon a certain photograph, and instantly finds herself regretting her "this isn't so bad" proclamation minutes before. she holds it up, eyes wide, forgetting that the device is still on. ] ...oh. This is-- [ she doesn't know what, even if that pink hair seems familiar, but staring at it feels wrong and she quickly places it at the bottom of the stack, face down. ]

So... A lot of people have already mentioned that this has happened before. I guess it's not really surprising, given how many curses seem to come back around - how many of them feel almost like traditions by now.

About a week ago marked three years since I arrived here. It manages to feel both much longer and shorter than that, at the same time. I've... I've never entirely understood how that's possible, it just... is.

Oh. Um. If... anybody finds a picture that they think is mine, I guess you can let me know? I'm not even sure if there are any.

[He rather hopes there aren't, but... he's exhausted how much he can really say without feeling too exposed and uncomfortable. So he cuts it there.]


[ooc: placeholder... life continues to kick my butt, but I am working my way through things. Thank you to all for your patience, ilu poly.]

[video]

Everyone won't stop talking about these pictures, so I thought I'd see what the whole fuss is about. [ She rolls her eyes. ] I need an accomplice to tell me if any of them are good for bribery purposes. Here goes.

[ She holds up several photos after each other. (Some are upside-down.) Unfortunately, most of them are pictures of kittens. Who knew that the City was so fond of its pets? ]

[ The other half, she's holding up backwards. Yep. Enjoy the blank backs. ]

Any luck? Or should I just go toss them on the bonfire?

[ ooc: If you want to say Toph has one of your photos, that's cool. She might not give it back, though. >3 ]

[ when the device clicks on, curtis has his eyes glued to the photos in his hands.  silently, he shuffles through them, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip.  he looks determined, his eyes scanning every detail of the pictures despite how quickly he seems to be going through them.

when he lowers them to look at the camera, anyone paying enough attention might catch a glimpse of nikki's face.  ]

These pictures.. will they be taken away from us?  [ anticipation fills his eyes, or maybe it's something else, but he runs a hand down his face and clicks the feed off before anyone can tell. ]

[He's just sitting at the area he uses for working on things in the apartment, shuffling through the desk drawers looking for something, ostensibly. He hasn't noticed the device is on, and doesn't for a few seconds after finding the picture, mostly because he's busy wondering

1. where it came from
2. how it could exist
3. why he even has it

There's a few seconds of vaguely sundry mumblings and sputterings to himself before the recording indicator catches his eye, and he flashes a picture across by way of explanation.]

Rose, your mother is not allowed near me again. Ever. Okay? I protect you from aliens, you protect me from her. Deal?

So... Anybody got anything of mine I should know about?

[Filtered to Lucy:]
Really wasn't expecting to see this much of you after switching bodies back.

[Filtered to Tony:]
I got a picture of you in a doughnut? What?

And I got this one? I have no idea who that is. Wanna come tell me who you are?